Bebo: Memoirs of a Wasted Youth

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The sight we were met with daily
Hours trawling through page after page looking for the perfect skin. Creating polls like "which JLS boi is ur fave?!?!!??!!?". And of course, the daily dilemma of who to give the 'love' to. Sound familiar? Yes, this was actually our lives once upon a time, back in the days where words like "fine" and "meet" were in our vocabulary, we were heading off to Irish College every summer, and our biggest fear was the Junior Cert. This, my friends, was a time when Bebo reigned supreme.

Every day after school, dial-up connection dependent, you logged into your Bebo account and spent the whole evening doing, in hindsight, sweet feck all. Ooh, Sammy uploaded the photos of today when all the lads went around the town OMG they even went to the park!! Awh I only got 65% on Jamie's quiz of "How well do you know me?", that's so shaming. OMG I got EIGHT loves today, and it's not even my birthday, I am truly loved.
Bebo was strangely addictive. I remember frequent roaring matches with the parents about how my "useless arsing around" was eating into our bill for the dial-up, about how I should be studying for my 2nd year summer tests instead of creeping through our bestie's albums from Youth Day or completing numerous quizzes that rotated around 'Which Girls Aloud Member are You?' or something similar.
Was your skin as tasteful as hers?

Lads, I'm sorry, but we were a pathetic bunch. All that time we could have spent bettering ourselves as people, we instead devoted it to updating our bios, creating cringe-worthy widgets of our best friends with flashy, "bling-bling" tags like 'princess', 'diva', '100% sexy', arranging our Top 16 and rearranging it again for fear we'd piss people off if they were lower in the rankings than "ones you're not even BFFLs with, like you only got to know them at the last disco so why should they be before me like oh my GOD."
Read it and weep, people. We thought those thoughts, we performed those actions, and the whole time, we legit thought we were the shit. Oh how wrong we were.

We know you made one of these, don't even try to deny it

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